Mate me.

Lilith’s POV

Spitting the bloodied fucker’s head to the ground, my storming gaze lingered on the mess as I morphed back to my human form. My nose scrunched up, for the effluvium of his traitorous blood disgusted me but the sight of a jumble of ripped limbs, remarkably torn and scattered on the bloody ground gave my burning fury some kind of solace—but it wasn’t enough.

“How dare you..” I spat, glaring at the unrecognizable mess of a mortal I came to detest in only a short time. A glowing silhouette captured my attention as it lingered a couple of paces from me, at the edge of the forest on the opposite side from where I stood moments ago and a cruel light bulb appeared over my head. This was far from over.

“Azazel!” I called, without tearing my gaze from the confused spirit. My skin tingled at the feeling of an abrupt breeze briefly blowing through before my heightened senses picked up a familiar presence behind me.

“What is it? I’m busy.” A bored deep voice complained.

I turned to meet his gaze and arched my brow at his bored expression. He was a tall son of a bitch, easily towering over me with his grown-ass broad physique. His wavy light-brown locks were neatly slicked back, and just for a moment, he reminded me of someone I hadn’t seen for a while. I could feel my gaze soften as seconds blurred by and he seemed to be too impatient to entertain any sentiments.

“If you miss her that much, call her. Quit disturbing me.” He muttered impatiently, extending his hand to the side, ready to pop back to where I summoned him from.

“Take that soul with you and screw him over,” I told him.

His gaze dismissed mine and peered over my head—rude much? I’m five foot eight for fuck’s sake! He briefly studied its essence and energy before regarding me again, “He’s still in pain,” he narrowed his eyes at me, “You never use your—“ he paused, something flashing in his eyes. As If realising something, which by the way was about time, for he was the quickest fucker I knew; he cast a quick glance around, his curious orbs lingering at a man, laying unconscious a few paces to his right. “And who might that be?”

“None of your damn business, hurry up and leave,” I responded.

He smiled, locking our identical orbs. “Cool your hormones, sister. What did that soul do? You can at least tell me that so that I forgive you for not calling me sooner. All those negative feelings gone to waste.” He motioned towards the glowing silhouette.

Choosing to ignore his nosy ass, I turned to my left and strolled towards my dying beloved. Kneeling when I got close enough, I ran my hands around him and pulled him to my lap. I noticed a small amount of blood oozing from his nose and the side of his mouth, and I pulled the hem of my dress and gently wiped it away.

“Oh, No…” Azazel excitedly mumbled.

Disregarding his tone, I kept focusing on the man’s face. Letting go of my dress, I ran my fingers at the side of his face as I pressed my lips into a thin line, for I had never felt such electric sparks with anyone’s touch, not even Abaddon’s. I could feel them, light and distant as his warmth slowly sept away with the passing seconds. Sighing, I lowered my head until our faces were inches apart, our lips almost brushing and I closed my eyes. I channelled my essence inside the core of my life force and felt it surge up to my mouth.

“Stop! He’s Mortal!” Azazel warned.

He’s my beloved, he’ll survive it. I thought to myself as I breathed out the strands of my essence, the energy that upholds my immortality, the source of my being. Indeed, It wasn’t something a mortal could withstand, for the luminous flames of my essence were fatal.

“Meghan!”

I ignored him as I kept pushing my essence out. There was no way I was letting him go, not without a fight.

“Suit yourself.” I heard him mumble before it all went deafening silent. I couldn’t feel him around, nor the lost soul that lingered nearby.

Feeling him heating up beneath me, I restrained the surging energy seeping from my parted lips and fluttered my eyes open, taking in his sweating body. His clothes were absorbing the emerging beads of sweat that adorned every inch of his body and soon, they were going to be draped judging by how hotter he got with every passing second. The mystic energy lingering around him was oddly glowing, causing a scowl to form on my face. I had to get rid of that too, but first thing’s first.

I gently held onto him and teleported us back to my layer.

Next morning...

Xavier's POV

A lullaby of tweeting birds filled my waking mind as I slowly connected with the shards of gravity. Focusing on my body, a slight frown formed on my face, for something wasn't quite right. As I concentrated on moving my fingers whilst my senses slowly came to life, I couldn't help but sense unfamiliarity with the air around me. The feeling of a soft mattress under me perplexed me and the light scent emanating from the smooth-feeling pillows, infiltrating my nostrils was unfamiliar at first, but as I kept breathing in the delectable fragrance, the more familiar it became.

As common sense finally dawned on me, my eyes shot open, hastily taking in my surroundings. My frown deepened at the realisation of my being in a foreign room. I didn't recognise the building and my confused wolf couldn't connect with the environment. I was a long way from home and for a wolf, it wasn't a pleasing feeling. I quickly jerked up as my eyes continued to scan the room; starting from the fine log furniture, the neat interior log design and the huge windows, which gave a beautiful view of trees outside. For a cabin, its extravagance stunned me.

I rolled out of bed; standing upright, my eyes dropped to observe my clothing. I couldn't recognise the black vest nor the sweatpants I wore. I looked up, meeting my reflection in a nearby mirror and just like that, familiar scenes began flashing before my eyes. I stammered back and found myself sitting back on the bed, eyes wide as I recalled everything that had happened before I passed out.

My hands flew up to rub my face in exasperation. How am I even alive? Blinking profusely as I recollected myself, red glowing eyes flashed before me and further dominated my mind.

I shamefully shook my head. How pathetic it was, being saved by my mate on the very first day our paths crossed. Frustrated, I ran my hand through my hair and held onto a few strands as I brainstormed about the humiliating position I was i.

How did it get to this? How could Ben turn on me?

I released my hair and looked up again. What was the use of dwelling on questions I had no answers to? I rose to my feet and made my way to the exit; there was only one way to find out if my assumptions were correct.

The moment I stepped into the corridor, my nose was molested by different kinds of mouthwatering scents—fucking delicious scents that made me gulp down the rising flood in my mouth. I couldn't remember when was the last time I had a decent meal and the aroma made my empty stomach growl. Without wasting time, I pushed my feet in the direction the scents were coming from, all the way through the corridor and then down the stairs until I finally made it to what seemed to be a kitchen.

As I walked in, my searching eyes immediately landed on a woman’s back and I halted in my tracks. She stood across the room, facing the worktop, dressed in a long black T-shirt and a pair of cream shorts that reached to the middle of her thick thighs. Her smooth-looking straight jet-black hair cascaded beautifully onto her back, shining under the sun rays that pierced through the huge windows around the room. As if sensing my presence, she slowly turned around and before I knew it, I found myself captivated by a pair of stunning big dark-blue eyes. My wolf came forward and howled his joy but I remained frozen, swimming in the most beautiful dark ocean, without any plan of reuniting with the forces of reality.

Everything simply seized to exist, it was only her as my centre—my world and it felt wonderful to finally meet her at last, regardless of the circumstances. Her plump cherry lips curved into a smile—a smile that made me forget about every shit that was currently going on in my life. A smile that only intensified her beauty and I was gobsmacked.

She wasn't skinny but curvy with meat at the right places and adequately tall. She simply took my breath away, for I could barely breathe, not with all that blinding beauty before me. I couldn't believe it was all meant for me—she was just too perfect to be true.

She tossed a tablecloth she had in her hand and slowly made her way towards me with a small smile still lingering on her face. When she got close enough, she extended her hands and wrapped them around me, caging me into a warm embrace. I hesitated, for I didn't know what to do or think for that matter. But eventually, with a whirling mind, my hands involuntarily enveloped her and I instantly relaxed as I felt sparks shoot all over my body from the warm contact.

I craned my neck, lowering my face to nuzzle at her nape, further taking in and marking her heavenly scent and she remained still, letting me cage to my natural instincts. Shortly after, she reluctantly released me and took a step back. Her blue orbs found mine, seizing me once again, “I made you something to eat.” Her soft voice sounded like a lullaby to my ears.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't will myself to speak. Things were going differently from how I expected. She was supposed to be cold. She was supposed to reject me and send me away now that I’m better. What was going on in that pretty head of hers?

She turned around and made her way to the kitchen Island where she stopped and motioned for me to take a seat across from her. I followed and slid onto my seat, my eyes never leaving her face and she hurriedly uncovered the plate set before me and I swallowed, hard.

“Please?” she muttered, pushing the plate to me.

Sighing, the corner of my lips curled into a small smile and I hauled myself up and walked to the tap where I washed my hands before going back to my seat and started to dig in, for the steak couldn't wait for me to devour it.

I didn't know how much time she spent making all the food because she kept it coming whenever I cleared a plate. She would occasionally take a bite, feed me or brush the crumbs off the sides of my lips for I literally left my table manners at the tap.

When I was finally satisfied, I helped her with the dishes before she led me outside to the porch where we sat together on a porch swing taking in the nature and trees ahead that surrounded the house. She succumbed to my embrace as her head rested on my chest whilst my hand curled around her, holding her in place as I gently brushed the strands of her silky hair back.

Truth be told, I had never felt so peaceful in my entire life. For once in my life, something good was happening to me. Even though I didn't know where we stood, or where were we going, I was thankful for the little I could get. I peered down at her and took in her peaceful state, there was so much to know about her and I was looking forward to it, as long as she’d let me. “Thank you,” I muttered.

“There is nothing to thank me for.” She said, looking up at me.

“You saved my life.” I reminded her, as I felt myself lose my way again into her dark blue seas.

“You would have done the same for me.” She responded with a small smile that I mirrored.

A couple of minutes passed as we remained as we were, staring at each other, revelling at each other's warmth and the sparks that ignited with the contact. It was magical, it wasn't something I imagined to have ever happened to me. It made me feel strangely energetic, something that I hadn't felt for a long time. Perhaps it was due to the rest I had, and that made me curious. "For how long was I out?”

“Ten hours.” She averted her gaze from mine and stared at the trees ahead.

Ten hours! It felt like days if you asked me. But that wasn't important anymore. I cleared my throat, “What’s your name?”

She remained silent for a couple of seconds as she contemplated something. “I’m Meghan-Lilith Bathym.” Her eyes found mine again. There was something about them, a certain emotion I couldn't pinpoint.

“Lovely name for a lovely woman.” I lifted my hand to cup her cheek, and my thumb lightly brushed it. “I’m Xavier Clark White.”

“Xavier” She tested and I visibly gulped as I watched her sexy, plump, bow-shaped lips move. They slightly parted as she stared back at me with matching desire—she was simply alluring. Everything about her was fascinating and enchanting.

“You live alone” It was rather a statement.

“Most of the time. I like being alone.” She replied, and I nodded. That’s how cat shifters mostly were. They didn't live in Prides; youngsters scattered away to find themselves and form their own new Prides. “That man...” she started.

My shoulders fell as I tore my gaze from hers and stared at space ahead. I felt something in my chest, a knot that kept twisting painfully as memories that I didn't like to recall, resurfaced in my head. My lips stretched into a tight-lipped smile, “That is how my life has always been. No one really sticks with me. I repel people, somehow.” I shrugged, feeling slight heat on my face.

“You do the opposite for me.” She whispered.

As much as her answer pleased me, I couldn’t help feeling ashamed and sad. My thoughts flew back to my pack; the danger they were in and my whereabouts were unknown. They were even more vulnerable without me around. One way or the other, I had to go back and find a way to save what was left of my family legacy—or die trying. “I should soon return to my pack.”

Her hand hurriedly found mine and gently squeezed it. “Before that, I hope you can tell me everything about you and your pack.” I felt warmth and comfort spreading from her touch which calmed my surfacing stress. "Tell me what’s going on.”

I sighed as I thought about it. She had a right to know what was happening, and what kind of shit she would be getting herself into if she decided on accepting me. What was there to accept anyway? My life was in danger and mating her would only endanger her. There was only one way for her to understand, and that was to know exactly everything. Perhaps by knowing, she’d reject me and find another worthy person to take my place, for she deserved it. She deserved peace.

Meghan’s POV.

I patiently listened to his story as I suppressed his negative feelings, enabling him to calm down and relax. He was a troubled man; I could see it from the way he was, the way he talked and the way he behaved. He had low esteem for himself—irrespective of his nature and rank. He deemed himself useless and he was deeply depressed. He was traumatised and that hurt me more than he could ever know.

I've never felt this concerned about a person outside my family circle; I've never felt this way, even for Abaddon. When our eyes locked, I just knew. I knew my soul had already—finally chosen. I finally understood what my father truly felt; the strong need and urge to be with him, to take care of him and protect him. I was willing to do anything and everything just to see him happy. I had to make him mine and only mine. It's a good thing he isn't human; how tough would it have been if he was!

There was nothing wrong with him being close to me, in fact, it felt right and made sense. I had never felt at home in anyone’s arms, he made me feel again. He made me feel human, after so many years. He pulled Meghan back, and I was both with him. I was finally myself. Come to think of it, is this the reason I couldn't connect with Abaddon? Is it because he exists?

I kept staring at his handsome face. From his soft blonde curls to his carpet vibe beard, his sexy strong chin and his sharp jaw. Them pink soft lips and oh, his beautiful eyes! He was so tall, broad, and deliciously brawny. He was perfect in my eyes—my perfect Alpha and I had all the time in the world to show him.

When he was done narrating everything to me, I sat upright, and my hands travelled up to his wet cheeks and brushed his tears away. “From this day on, you will never again shed a single tear of sorrow and pain,” I muttered, staring at his glassy eyes.

He had powerful enemies who suppressed him and his ability to fight back. They made sure to play with his mental health too, further weakening his might. They did a great job at making his life a living hell, full of humiliation and tragedies. They didn't only poison his body, they also screwed his mind.

“From this day onwards, you will never be what they made you as, but what you were truly born as.” He narrowed his eyes at me, confusion clouding his features. I recalled the strange energy I saw glowing around him the day prior, a parasite spell that deters one’s true potential. There wasn't a spell I couldn't recognize, a dark spell as it is—I come from darkness. I am the bloody darkness. "I can feel it, Xavier. Your wolf is powerful. I promise you, there is nothing weak about you.” I explained.

A golden-like gleam in his eyes told me his wolf was forward. ‘And I’m even going to enhance it. All of it. You will never be ridiculed. Never again.’ I thought to myself.

“I wish that was true.” He murmured.

“But it is. Look...” I pressed my hand on his cheek, "I can even feel it now. You’re indeed, powerful. All I had to do, was to remove the dark spell that resided in your body.”

He frowned, "What are you talking about?”

I sighed, "I can see things that you can't. And I saw a parasite spell lingering around you. Let me ask you, can a single silver bullet bring an Alpha down? Can it make you so weak that you couldn't detect something wrong with anything your friend gave you?”

His frown deepened as he silently thought about it.

I continued, "Have you ever seen a dominant wolf without a lethal aura? From what I know, you could’ve easily controlled your beta actions simply by letting your dominance surge.”

“What are you trying to say?” he blinked back the tears that welled in his storming eyes. I was pleased that somehow, I was starting to open his eyes.

“You’ve been under a dark spell, Xavier. And if I'm not wrong, so was your father. I’ll find out soon enough. But my point is; you're not what you think you are. There is nothing wrong with you.” I explained.

“But... I don’t understand.” He paused, looking away as if piecing things together. He then met my gaze, "Meghan...”

I nodded, "I can help you destroy them. I can help you restore your pack’s glory,” I entwined our fingers, "As your mate.”

The storm in his eyes said it all.

"If you accept me...”

He interrupted, "How do you even know this? I mean, how can you see these things? Are you part witch?”

I shook my head.

He sighed, looking deep into my eyes, "I wish I took you. I really do, but it's dangerous.”

I smiled, "I don’t care. Let's fight this war together. It's fate.” He shook his head, trying to pull away but I held onto him. "I’m your soulmate. I am the only one on your side. You need me, Xavier. I'm the only one you can trust. The only one you can share your burden with.”

"I can't lose you to them. I’m barely protecting what's left of my family along with my pack. I can't fail you.”

“I’m more than capable of protecting myself and anyone around me. Tell me, don't you need retribution? Don't you want to take back what was taken away from you?” I asked him, lifting my hands to cup his face.

His eyes searched mine, "How...?”

“You only have to trust me. Can you do that?” I knew it was hard for him to answer that, especially after what happened with his Beta. But I still had to ask.

His hand came up to caress my cheek and gently pushed some loose strands of my hair behind my ear. "You saved me from the claws of death itself. I don't know how you did it with all that poison in my system back there, but you did. You're the only person that saved me when everyone else wanted the opposite.”

I smiled, watching him as he leaned closer until our noses touched.

“I trust you with my life, mate.” He muttered before crashing his lips onto mine. My entire body buzzed to life as I felt fireworks erupt from my stomach, surging to all the parts of my body. I threw my hands around him as he snaked his around me, caging me to him as he gently moved his tongue in sync with mine, tasting me and showing me how much he wanted me.

Without his notice, I popped us back into my room and against all the burning desire I felt for him, I pulled away from his lips. Fluttering his eyes open, they slightly widened at the abrupt and unexpected change of venue and I remained silent, studying his reaction. He met my gaze and narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously, for I already told him I wasn't a witch, what was left for me was to reveal my true self to him.

“I'm not a cat shifter, Xavier, nor am I a witch. I'm far worse.” I confessed, my gaze never leaving his scrutinizing orbs.

Concentrating on the fire within me, I let it radiate all over my body, starting with my eyes. I slowly sensed it in my orbs which meant they were changing as he watched and I could sense shock emanating from him in waves.

But there was still no fear.

After completely taking over my eyes, I felt my whole body heat up as well, burning off the clothes I wore as I shaded my human appearance before his bulging eyes. “I am the daughter of the damned, my family’s legacy revolves around the darkness.” I whispered as I transformed, “I am the devil’s servant; liaison between Satan himself and mortals. I’ve done the unthinkable, and I still have a mission to do.” I could feel my horns pierce through the sides of my head whilst my tail flung from behind and rested on my darkish thighs, its ace visible for him to see.

I knew about the consequences of exposing my nature to mortals, I could already feel my hunger double whilst my pores released waves of intimidating aura accompanied by heat that he would only feel if he’d fear me. My desires heightened, my core burned for him and I was holding myself back from attacking him—not that I could ever fatally harm him, let alone kill him. All I had to do is to control myself and let him choose. “This is a side of me, a part of who I truly am, aside from being half-human.” I lowly hissed before lowering my eyes to my thighs, taking in my long claw-like fingers as I waited for him to react.

He never stirred from the bed nor turned into his wolf and attacked as his werewolf instincts should have demanded—and a part of me expected that. On the contrary, all I could feel, emanating in waves from him was shock, astonishment... fascination and—I immediately lifted my face, meeting his gaze as my lips parted with disbelief.

Admiration.

His eyes blazed golden, and the emotions swirling around his orbs were unmistakable. He didn't have to explain himself, I could see it all. The burning heat within me became unbearable; I desired him, I wanted him. I wanted him to be mine. I wanted to make him mine and I could see I wasn't the only one who was trying to hold myself down. I could see it in his beautiful eyes, and that, for the first time ever, made me giddy.

“You are beautiful.” He muttered dumbfoundedly. A small smile slowly crept on his face as his shock subsided. His hands traced mine, sending tingles all over my crimson-black skin, “You still feel the same.” He murmured, his eyes never leaving mine, “You still look at me the same.”

I couldn’t help but smile, mirroring him, “You are still the woman I saw in that kitchen.” He wasn't backing out. And for what's worth, he was turned on, setting me alight with flames of need. I couldn't hold it back anymore, and clearly, it was the case with him too.

He lifted his arm, grabbing the side of my face and pulled me to him, “You are my beautiful mate,” He whispered, closing the space between us and crashing his lips onto mine again. Sparks flew and exploded all over my body causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. His hot tongue pierced through my lips and conquered mine and I had no plans of fighting back, I just wanted him to taste me all he wanted as I slightly parted my lips, inhaling his essence and oh—the moment I tasted it, my whole body shuddered with delight.

That's when I knew what I was missing all these years. If his kisses could intoxicate me this way, I couldn't start to imagine how it’d feel like to have him buried deep inside me. My thoughts were cut short when I felt his hands on my thighs, squeezing and caressing me as they slowly travelled up to my waist, working around to grab my ass and pull me to him. I readily climbed on his lap as his hands pulled me down, guiding me to a position that excited my burning core even more.

The feeling of his rock-hard member pressing against his thin cotton pants made me wetter. I pressed my burning core against it and slowly started to grind myself as I passionately kiss him back. My hands flew around his neck, and my fingers further dove into his soft mane, slowly playing with his soft locks and massaging his scalp simultaneously.

I could feel myself changing back to my human self, and surprisingly my heartbeats picked up. The new heightened sensations his touch and kisses inflicted on me were starting to overwhelm me; my body was too excited, and somehow I didn't feel entirely like a demon. It wasn't only about quenching my desires as it has always been when I got intimate with someone—it was so much more. For the first time in sixty years, I felt my human self emerge and thus, my laboured breathing.

When I came up gasping for air, his lips dropped to my jaw, tracing kisses all the way down to my neck where he lingered licking and sucking sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. “Xavier...” I shakingly breathed.

I could feel his hold around me tighten, pressing me against him even harder whilst I continued grinding myself against his throbbing member. I was so wet, and I could feel his pants damp thanks to my dripping pussy and his huge painful erection. My hands left his soft curls and travelled down between us, finding their way under his vest where they traced his warm hard body. Fuck, he was damn perfect! I wanted more, I wanted his skin against mine, I wanted to feel him—all of him.

I slipped out my hands and grabbed the annoying cloth that kept separating us before tearing it into shreds. Our gazes briefly met, and his lips curved into a sexy smirk as I felt him lowering his hands down to my ass again and squeezing it. I bit down my lower lip, holding down another threatening gasp whilst my hand found its way back to his hair as my other travelled down to his pants, and slid in to grab my prize. “My...Oh my!” I seductively purred as I pulled it out, playfully rubbing it and licking my lips to the fact my single hand couldn’t completely wrap itself around it. My whole body shivered at the challenge, it was surely going to be a painful pleasure!

“Can you handle it?” He whispered, his eyes flashing with uncertainty.

Smiling, I nodded as I pressed its head onto my erect clit, slowly sliding myself up and down against his big cock whilst I threw my head back and moaned. Groaning, he spanked my butt cheek as his hot lips captured one of my bouncing erect nipples. Grabbing his silky locks—hard, I pressed him harder against my chest whilst I slowly started increasing my pace on his impressive length. He felt so good!

I could feel pressure start building under my belly and I couldn't help but be surprised at how suddenly it began. Before I could do anything, I felt his hand grabbing mine, pulling it from his member and lifting it onto his chest. His lips seized assaulting my breast, released it and slowly started trailing up until he reached for my neck again. “I’m not gonna let you cum that easily mate.” He muttered between his kisses as he worked up to my ear, “I’ll have to fuck you senselessly first.” He whispered causing my whole body to shudder.

So be it! I yanked his hair, pulling him off my neck so that he faced me and I daringly stared down at him before crashing my lips onto his for a one dominating kiss, both fighting for control without backing down. A loud moan abruptly escaped my lips, disappearing into his skilful mouth as I felt him roughly enter me, stretching my folds to the limit whilst my other hand instinctively flew around him, holding him as tight as I could for support.

I closed my thighs around him, my toes curled as the feeling of being perfectly filled washed over me. Without warning, his hands held me in place as he started moving, pounding me so damn hard and fast that I found myself releasing his lips and crying out his name on top of my lungs. For the first time ever, I wasn't in control. And I was liking it.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt the familiar pressure under my belly building up again. I was slowly climbing to my peak and each second of it was magical. He kept on fucking me so damn hard, his cock repeatedly hitting a spot that I never knew existed and all I could do was touch him, caress him, and feel him—all of him. He extended his canines and they teasingly grazed a spot between my neck and shoulder sending pleasurable shivers all over my body. My hand securely held him in place as I tilted my head to the side to give him enough room.

I was ready.

From the very first moment I lay my eyes on him; I was ready. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as he finally pierced down, sending my body to edge as it went all rigid around him. My primal instinct kicked in as I felt myself fall into euphoria, forcing me to also bury my face in his neck and bite down hard as I felt him explode deep within me. The moment his warm, thick and sickly sweet nectar flowed into my mouth, my whole body vigorously shivered as I felt myself pushed impossibly further on edge. The immense pleasure intensified and so did my orgasm. Everything was magical, and I couldn't stop taking more of his delectable ambrosia.

From this day onwards, I’d crave nothing else, and nobody else but him. It was officially sealed, and I was the happiest woman in this realm. I finally found the piece that was missing in my life. Finally, I felt complete.

When we both took enough and released each other's necks, I was met by the most beautiful glowing crimson orbs I had ever seen. He smiled brightly at me, his hand lovingly caressing my cheek. I mirrored his smile as I stared down at him. My hands found their way to the sides of his face and held him, “Now, it's your turn to lose control.” I uttered as I tried to familiarise myself with the sudden change of his eyes. I bet he had no clue about his new look.

“Game on.” He playfully challenged, closing the space between us as he claimed my lips yet again, leading us to our next long and hard round.